I Arrived at My Hotel and Saw My Husband with Another Woman – I Almost Collapsed When I Heard the Truth
The woman beside him looked at me, and her face went as pale as his. “Oh, you’re here?!”
Kellan turned his head. His eyes met mine.
Excuse me? That was her reaction?
“What is this?” I choked out.
Kellan stepped toward me, his hands reaching out, but he stopped before he touched me.
“Maribel, please—”
“Don’t,” I snapped. “Why are you here, Kellan? Why aren’t you at the lake? And who is she?”
He swallowed hard. “I can explain everything.”
That was her reaction?
“Oh, I expect you to.”
He pulled a hotel key card out of his pocket. “But I need you to come upstairs. Please.”
I looked around at the people staring at us in the lobby.
“Fine. But this better be good.”
Kellan’s hand shook as he held the card against the elevator sensor. The ride up to the fourteenth floor was silent. I stared at the numbers changing, refusing to look at either of them.
“I need you to come upstairs. Please.”
Once we were inside the room, I turned on him.
“One sentence, Kellan. Who is she?”
The woman spoke before Kellan could even open his mouth. “My name is Lila.”
“I didn’t ask your name,” I snapped, turning my glare toward her. “I asked who you are. Who are you to my husband?”
Kellan swallowed again. “She contacted me six weeks ago, Mare.”
“Who are you to my husband?”
“Why?” I demanded.
Lila opened the folder and pulled out a sheaf of papers. “Because I think he’s my father.”
“What?” I whispered.
“My mom passed away last year. When I was going through her things, I found old letters. Photos. I… I did a DNA test through one of those websites.” Lila held out the papers to me. “We matched. High probability. I tracked him down.”
“Because I think he’s my father.”
“I didn’t know,” Kellan said quickly. “Maribel, I swear to you on everything we built. I didn’t know she existed. I never knew.”
I looked at Kellan and remembered those two tickets he’d bought for my birthday years ago, when I’d thought he was cheating.
“From when?”
“Before you. College. A summer when I was home in Michigan. It was brief, Mare. We were kids. She never reached out. I had no idea there was a pregnancy.”
“I didn’t know she existed.”
I searched his face. I was looking for the signs of a long-term lie, but there was only raw, unfiltered fear. He wasn’t hiding a mistress; he was facing a ghost.
“And you decided to meet her here, in my hotel.”
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